But my gaze stayed calm and flat as I watched their little display.
Ethan shot me a cold glance, then turned back and wrapped an arm around Sophia’s waist.
“Gentle? Does Lily deserve that?”
“A country girl who wandered outside since childhood isn’t fit to be your sister.”
He idly toyed with her hair, a mocking glint in his eyes.
“Sophia, remember—I’m only gentle with you.”
The two of them leaned in, clearly about to kiss in front of everyone.
If not for the people nearby stopping them, I was certain they would’ve ended up stripping right there.
I let a small smile curl my lips and lowered my head in quiet amusement—
And I couldn’t help but recall five years ago, when we were preparing to get engaged, and I had tried to build some kind of connection with him by inviting him to a candlelight dinner.
Over the phone, he’d brushed me off with, “Depends on my mood. If you wait for me at the restaurant for five hours, I’ll come.”
That day, I really did sit there from sunrise to sunset.
When the restaurant finally closed, there was still no sign of him.
No surprise—he’d stood me up.
That very night, my phone lit up with a message:
“Hello, your reservation for the hotel suite with a king-size bed…”